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Tonight the moon is full in the beyond the forest.
The howling of wolves,
a serenade to the soul.

I'm alone, within the confines of my barren bereaved,
left behind, grieving for the one, my bride.

A host of ravens from majestic winter mountains.
Into my ears they whisper, a sullen of melancholy.

Five hundred years have passed the flowers blossomed.
Green meadows now benighted and shadows the frozen sun

I'm

"I remember the storms,
the wrath of the upon the shores.
The erotic and their symphonies,
resounding the elegant trees.
I remember the nights in thine arms,
while making love with bestial charm.
A provided with incessant rain,
sipping the blood from others veins."

As mist, I the dismal skies,
feeding, my appetite.
Dreaming, of candles and stars.
Bleeding, my lovelorn scars.

Once I was a blissful man,
residing over a land.
Now a beast of guise,
to cease my immortal life.

"I am longing to thee, my love,
to bake in the of the skies above.
Marveled by so picturesque
the nestled brow on my nurturing breast.
I yearn to taste the tongue of thy kiss,
to dance in the of the fiery abyss.
Vanquish thy curse and set me free,
awake me, my darling, my tortured sleep."

As mist, I travel the skies,
feeding, my appetite.
Dreaming, of candles and stars.
Bleeding, my lovelorn scars.

Once I was a blissful man,
over a splendid land.
Now a of nocturnal guise,
bent to cease my life.

"Through ethereal dreams I convoke to
like a gentle upon a reposing sea.
Let my wash away thy grief,
and convey thy shadowless soul to me."

I've renounced the of christ.
I've on his throne and scoffed at his lies.
I'll install a new kingdom to there will be
everlasting for you and me.

Soon we shall through the spellbinding mark.
My has come to relinquish this earth,
cascading tears of horizons unseen,
I'll be reunited my pallid queen.
Through dreams

Together we'll to our undying love.
Absinthe lift us on the wings of a dove,
and us to places beyond our dreams,
where graceful nymphs the scene.

And so I forsake my abode.
My fable of woe unfolds with valor,
I face the sun.
In thy reflection of death, we are alone.